by Frank Miller and Geof DarrowThe Lowdown: Robots, sex districts, blood, and guts. It's crazy, it's short, the less you know about the premise the better.
Review: No this isn't the greatest craziest action movie of all time directed by John Woo but it's the craziest, greatest action comic of all time. It's hard-boiled! Ok maybe not THE greatest, but definitiely the craziest!
Geoff Darrow pulls out all the stops and is pretty much uncensored in his art, showing every nitty gritty little detail, and I do mean EVERY detail. Darrow leaves nothing for the imagination not in the panel not between panels, this is the most detailed book I've ever seen. Each page is jam packed and could take 15 minutes to look at, and his full page spreads are amazing, making the world, the action, everything, really come to life. At times it's overbearing, it's cluttered, but that's the point of the book as Frank Miller so devilishly shows in the loudest and subtlest writing of all time.
It's really just a giant clash as Frank Miller's story of a malfunctioning robot becomes a larger than life critique on the absurdity, on the materialism, and basically on the meaning of life. For a book that's full on with everything else, there's not a ton of dialogue here and the dialogue doesn't use too many swares, which makes the world all the more creepy, the degradation of society doesn't come with what we say but instead with overindulgence, materialism, corporations copywriting our wants, and basically overpopulation. The book lets the art speak for it, but the concept of the story is certainly an intersting one, there's only one main character and couple of other characters, but they all support a couple of ultimate concepts.
Basically asking the question, what's more important to some, to be blinded by a beutiful dream, or live in the awful truth. As shown by one of the characters, Wileford, a giant slob of a man using machines to feed him all kinds of junk food, using machines with little naked women on them to please him, it's all one big critique on how we want so much, but it's all such bullcrap and meaningless, and ultimately unhealthy for us and society. Look at the size of the police car in this book, look at all the crap on it. WHY? It's completely and ridiculously absurd, absolutely hilarious, and kind of reaffiriming the same themes we've heard many times before. Too much of any thing is probably not good for us. Maybe I should heed that advice.
Final Verdict:
Loud, crazy, and Miller and Darrow draw a thin line between genius and insanity, high art and low class absurdity. Definitely not for everyone.
8/10
Review: No this isn't the greatest craziest action movie of all time directed by John Woo but it's the craziest, greatest action comic of all time. It's hard-boiled! Ok maybe not THE greatest, but definitiely the craziest!
Geoff Darrow pulls out all the stops and is pretty much uncensored in his art, showing every nitty gritty little detail, and I do mean EVERY detail. Darrow leaves nothing for the imagination not in the panel not between panels, this is the most detailed book I've ever seen. Each page is jam packed and could take 15 minutes to look at, and his full page spreads are amazing, making the world, the action, everything, really come to life. At times it's overbearing, it's cluttered, but that's the point of the book as Frank Miller so devilishly shows in the loudest and subtlest writing of all time.
It's really just a giant clash as Frank Miller's story of a malfunctioning robot becomes a larger than life critique on the absurdity, on the materialism, and basically on the meaning of life. For a book that's full on with everything else, there's not a ton of dialogue here and the dialogue doesn't use too many swares, which makes the world all the more creepy, the degradation of society doesn't come with what we say but instead with overindulgence, materialism, corporations copywriting our wants, and basically overpopulation. The book lets the art speak for it, but the concept of the story is certainly an intersting one, there's only one main character and couple of other characters, but they all support a couple of ultimate concepts.
Basically asking the question, what's more important to some, to be blinded by a beutiful dream, or live in the awful truth. As shown by one of the characters, Wileford, a giant slob of a man using machines to feed him all kinds of junk food, using machines with little naked women on them to please him, it's all one big critique on how we want so much, but it's all such bullcrap and meaningless, and ultimately unhealthy for us and society. Look at the size of the police car in this book, look at all the crap on it. WHY? It's completely and ridiculously absurd, absolutely hilarious, and kind of reaffiriming the same themes we've heard many times before. Too much of any thing is probably not good for us. Maybe I should heed that advice.
Final Verdict:
Loud, crazy, and Miller and Darrow draw a thin line between genius and insanity, high art and low class absurdity. Definitely not for everyone.
8/10
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